Only Murders in the Building (2021) s02e10 Episode Script

I Know Who Did It

Coming this fall,
Only Murderers In The Building.
That's very good. I wrote that.
What did happen that night?
The killer stabs Bunny,
and then leaves
through the hole in
the bottom of my closet.
Bunny said, "14 Savage."
Kreps is Glitter Guy.
But why would Kreps kill Bunny?
I mean, did he want her painting?
There's no way that you could pull
off a murder this sophisticated.
I said that's enough!
If I'm so stupid,
how come I was able to land the
smartest woman on the planet?
Every night, I'd go to
the local bar and
grill, the Chicken Chug.
This all has something to do
with All is Not OK In Oklahoma.
You should let this go.
You don't know what she's capable of.
You don't know what she'd
do to get what she wants.
Seriously? You're that terrified
of a podcaster who solved
the murder of Becky Butler?
- Yes.
- Why?
Because I'm Becky Butler.
Well, shit.
Before I became one of
the most talked about
people in the country,
Becky Butler, I had
a pretty ordinary life.
Ordinary, that is, if you assume most
ordinary people are pretty miserable.
Which I assume is a
pretty safe assumption.
How long is too long
to stay in a bad situation?
This is what Elizabeth
Davies was pondering
in the winter of 2003.
Daddy, I made you
a healthy breakfast.
Not hungry.
I think if you got something
I ain't fuckin' hungry.
Mayor Tipton's office.
How can I assist you?
Oh, yes, of course.
Just hold on one second.
Sir? It's your wife.
Not now.
I'm so sorry. He's
in a meetin' right now.
Is there anything I can
help you with, Theresa?
Sir, I was gonna get going,
unless you need anything.
Oh, stay a bit, Becky.
Have a drink with your mayor.
Oh, I should really get going.
Are you sure?
Well, my dad's expecting
me, so good night.
Well, maybe tomorrow.
You're not always gonna
be able to say no to me.
"I need to get out of here,"
were the last words Elizabeth
Davies wrote in her journal
only five days before her left hand
was found in her own mailbox.
This is Channel 37 News,
reporting on the disappearance
of Becky Butler,
a local Chickasha native and a member
of Mayor Tipton's executive team,
who went missing last week.
Authorities have no leads
and are said to be bringing in
outside law enforcement help.
- Excuse me, Ms. Canning?
- Mm-hmm.
Um, ma'am
My name is Poppy White.
- I'm your biggest fan.
- Cute.
Poppy, my favorite bagel.
What can I do for you, Poppy?
Uh, I I have a story
that I think would be
a really good podcast.
It's about a young woman
in Oklahoma. She disappeared.
Lot of girls disappear, Poppy.
Yeah, but, um,
she was being harassed by
the mayor of a small town,
and his campaign slogan
was, "It's All Gonna Be OK."
Um, "OK" as in "Oklahoma,"
and I thought All is Not OK In Oklahoma
would be a good title for a podcast.
I like your style.
Missing or dead?
- Excuse me?
- The girl.
- Missing.
- Well, let's hope she's dead.
For it to even have a chance,
I'd really need her dead.
Ideally murdered.
Ooh! And by that mayor.
That would be amazing.
I'm sorry. Uh, what exactly do you want?
I would like a job, Ms. Canning.
So, when I discovered Becky
Butler's disappearance,
I just knew that I had to cover it.
Never did I think it would
become such a sensation.
But, a lot of the credit really
has to go to Ooh, Poppy.
Yes, Cinda?
Turkey sandwich, no lettuce,
no tomato!
No bread. Just some turkey on tinfoil
and a little bread on the side.
Where was I? Oh!
I find the term
"genius" to be reductive.
The answer, as it turned out,
we are all Tim Kono.
"We are all Tim Kono"?
Are people really listening
to this insipid shit?
I need a new Oklahoma.
I will not be the one-hit wonder
of true crime podcasts, Poppy.
I won't. I will not be
podcast Nickelback.
Have you given any thought
to my idea about Rose Cooper,
that artist who went missing years ago?
Art? Poppy, really?
Do you know what rhymes with art?
- Smart?
- Fart.
As in no one gives a flying fart.
I need something with
famous people, and blood,
and, ideally, a hot
girl with a great rack.
God, I need a murder. A good one.
And I'm tired of waiting
for one to fall into my lap.
God, you are useless!
Fine. I will make this
happen all on my fucking own!
- So Poppy is Becky Butler.
- Yes,
which means Cinda sent a mayor to prison
for killing someone she
knew was still alive.
And now she's trying to top herself
by sending us to prison
for a murder she committed.
God, is she good!
What? This is so audacious,
you know. I wish I'd thought of it.
Really. I mean, I
wouldn't have gone as far,
but what commitment, huh?
- Really?
- Uh, don't blame the playa.
Blame the game, brah.
No. Don't do that.
She was right in front of us all along.
The storyteller artist framing us
to get the hell out of her podcast lane!
But now, how do we get her?
It's not gonna be easy,
but I have a plan.
Ooh. What?
I'm sorry. I thought a plan would,
uh, come to me in that moment,
but, uh, no.
Oh. No.
Okay, we have a ton on Oklahoma,
but on Bunny's murder?
Well, we know she's working
with Detective Kreps.
But, how does "14
Savage" relate to Cinda?
We still have the knife,
and Detective Williams
is running forensics.
We just reach out to her.
If Cinda's DNA is on that
knife, it's game over!
Okay, I'm gonna text Detective Williams.
We find ourselves up against
a very talented storyteller
and a very mediocre cop.
But how do we outwit them?
- We need a confession.
- Uh-huh.
From Cinda Canning? How
do you propose we get that?
Torture? Can we torture her?
Charles, get your concertina
and whatever you consider your
10 most interesting stories.
Hm, let me just muse on that,
- uh, for a second.
- Mm.
No! We need to unravel Cinda
like a
uh, like, oh, jeez
What's a thing that unravels?
- Uh
- No, we just need to find the thing
that unravels Cinda, so she slips up
and reveals herself as the killer!
Oh, that's good.
And what's the one thing
we know drives Cinda crazy?
- A sweater!
- A sweater drives Cinda crazy?
No, no, no. A sweater unravels,
dear. Try to keep up, really.
A mystery!
Poppy! Her assistant,
who drives her crazy.
No, that's the word I was looking
for. Unravels like a mystery.
Oh no, no, no. I like sweater best.
Have both of you had strokes or have I?
This is really not
feeling like a finale yet.
Is it?
I have so many questions.
First off, do you prefer Becky or Poppy?
Or would you prefer Boppy?
- Which has a certain je ne sais quois.
- I can't do this.
Oliver, what did we agree on?
You and Charles do the talking.
Okay. We know you work for Cinda.
Mabel has explained
how complicated that
You can just cut to it.
How can we get Cinda to
crumble and cave like a
crumbling cave?
- Excuse me?
- How do we get Cinda to confess?
She'd never.
Are you serious?
You must know things that upset her,
that might make her feel vulnerable.
I mean, sure. Human error, interruption,
people who work for her
but don't look like her.
Yeah, we noticed that one.
- Mm-hmm.
- Are there things that disturb her,
that might break down her defenses?
She does not like the
inside of a tomato?
Oh, I can see that.
I'm terrified by tomatoes.
And the inside of them?
Just awful.
Okay, I guess that's
something we can work with.
Is it, though?
What, are we gonna invite Cinda
over and make her a salad?
Oh! Oh, this one's weird.
The tomato was normal?
Um, she's very afraid of slow-motion.
I'm sorry?
I went to a Super Bowl party with Cinda,
and every time there was
an instant replay, uh,
I saw her shiver, and then start
to faint, and then cry a little bit.
Over the slow-motion?
Slow-motion, she does not like it.
- Uh-huh.
- So, she's a true psychopath.
Hello. What can I get for you today?
Oh no, it's Cinda.
The finale of Only Murderers
- is dropping tomorrow.
- Um
Can I get a liverwurst and
marmalade sandwich to go?
Hi, Cinda. I'm sorry.
I'm on my way back.
There were train delays.
- Oh my God!
- That's horrible.
Liverwurst and
marmalade? Is that a thing?
It's the owner's sister's
favorite sandwich.
Bunny was so disgusted
we had it on the menu,
she called it "freak food."
Well, hard agree with
Bun-Bun on that one.
Hey, Ivan! Where's my toast?
- Guys
- English muffin, coming right up.
It's Detective Williams. Hang on.
Cinda's dropping the finale?
Not hard to guess who she's
gonna name as the killer.
We're fucked. We have
got to put Cinda away today.
- We need to rally our resources.
- Right. That's right.
Hey, did Ivan ever take our order?
- Oliver, we need a plan.
- I agree.
We also need to eat.
What'd she say? Did Williams
get any info off that knife?
Yeah, she did.
I think I know what "14 Savage" means.
Why are we here?
I'm organizing the estate sale,
but it's making me very sad.
All her plants are dying, and
why is that damn bird back?
That shady email just
said, "Be at Bunny's at 7:00"
"if you love good theater
and/or want to be part of history."
I don't see cake. The email
said cake would be provided.
Cheap fucks.
Am I dressed appropriately?
It's really hard to
know what to wear to a
Killer Reveal Party.
Uh, "killer reveal party"
meaning a party where
a killer is revealed,
or a reveal party
that's killer in nature?
I don't know, Jonathan.
Just be hot, okay?
- Welcome, friends!
- Oh, here we go.
To the show that's about to end.
For we have figured out who extinguished
the big, beautiful flame
of our beloved Bunny Folger.
Alright, so who did it?
Who did it? Who did it?
I'm gonna strangle that bird.
You think we're just gonna tell you?
- Kind of felt like that, yeah.
- Yeah. I mean, why else am I here?
Don't we kinda have to tell them
if they're gonna be part of it?
Must you poop on every party, Charles?
Can't we have a little
dramatic tension here?
Oliver, she's gonna be here
in an hour. Just move it along.
Mabel, we can do this production fast,
or we can do it well.
What would you prefer?
Fast. Do it fast.
Okay. Well, then I will not take
responsibility for the reviews.
Alright. Okay.
Uh, first question.
Who here has had any theater training?
Well, I'm on Broadway right now.
- Really?
- As a hyena.
And I once auditioned
for the part of Joseph
in Joseph and the Amazing
Technicolor Dreamcoat.
The way you worded that makes
it sound like you didn't get it.
That is correct.
But it has nothing to do with talent,
despite what my mother said.
Uh, Lester?
Uh, just a little light stage
stuff when I was younger.
- No shit!
- Yeah,
I graduated from Juilliard. Started
out off-Broadway with Tracy Letts.
- We were rivals. Hand to God.
- And what happened,
if you don't mind me asking?
No, it's fine. I just
realized that my true passion
was being a doorman, and
I left the theater behind.
Are you nuts? No.
I stopped getting hired,
developed a drinking problem,
and was homeless for a while.
Almost died, cleaned up,
took the first job I could get,
and I've been stuck here ever since.
- Jesus
- How tragic!
Well, wasn't that a bummer?
Anyway! You're all here today
to play a part in
manipulating a mastermind
into a live confession on our
- cam show Livestream.
- Livestream.
Where the hell is the fucking cake?
The cake is on its way!
But this was very last minute,
and this is not about the cake.
Ah, they chintzed on the cake!
I'm leaving.
- Come on, Jonathan.
- Wait!
This is about us right now!
Bunny's fellow neighbors
getting one shot
to bring her killer to justice!
And we all really need your help.
But Bunny would have ordered
the cake from Sherman's on 92nd.
- True.
- She sure would have.
Okay. We only have an hour.
And if we pull this off,
I swear to each and
every person in this room
that Charles will buy you
the cake of your choice!
Okay. Here we go.
I'm missing a parent-teacher
conference for this,
so your confession better be good.
My kid's teacher is crazy hot.
Who said anything about a confession?
Well, you said you were gonna
reveal the murderer live,
and you're the murderer. So, by my math,
that makes this a confession, Ms. Mora.
- Are you really doing this?
- Mm-hmm.
What the hell is this?
It's a killer reveal party.
As in a party that reveals a killer,
or a reveal party that's
going to be killer.
- See? It is confusing.
- Shh
It will all be explained.
And Cinda, we have our
recording devices on,
so you may want to turn on yours.
I have a girl for that. Poppy,
please start recording everything.
Would you like me to wire
anyone or just use the boom?
Uh, just record all
the smart things I say
and all the dumb shit that they grunt.
Oh my God!
Okay, go ahead.
Welcome to our killer reveal party!
Where we will reveal Bunny's killer.
It's also a killer
party, simultaneously.
Oh. Okay, so we were both right.
Double entendre.
And it gives me no pleasure
to inform you
that the killer is here,
in this very room.
Oh! But that can't be! One of us?
Please say it's not true!
Howard. Bring it down.
Let's remind ourselves of what we know.
Bunny had a very
normal last day of life.
She was contemplating a
change. A move, to Florida.
Fuck Florida!
The three of us saw her that very night.
She was looking for companionship.
A friend.
- But what did we do?
- Bye-bye.
We rejected her.
We sent her away,
back to her apartment.
Where someone was waiting for her.
Someone who forced
Bunny into my apartment
to frame me,
then stabbed her with Oliver's knife
and my knitting needle, then escaped
into the Arconia's secret passageways
that they knew about,
then used those secret passageways
to plant the murder weapon
in Charles' apartment,
along with a very valuable painting
of his nude father they stole
from Bunny's apartment
Jesus, is this what we're
really telling people?
It's a lot. We could have
tightened it up in rehearsal.
But who had an interest in framing
three innocent people?!
- You did!
- Me?!
Sorry! I got disoriented! You did!
Cinda Canning killed Bunny Folger.
And how did she cover her tracks?
With the help of a crooked cop
she met years ago in Oklahoma.
How did you know about Kreps?
Are you kidding?
The sexual energy between
you two was obvious.
I'd say more,
but this is a family murder podcast.
Cinda Canning is not a great
podcaster who solves murders.
She's a hack who makes
them up and packages them.
And this time, she tried
to get away with a doozy.
Really enjoyed the spelling it all out.
Very end of a Scooby
Doo episode. Very cute.
One little problem, though.
Why would I want to kill
an old woman I never met?
You met her, Ms. Canning.
I have the logbooks.
You were actually here a lot
before Bunny died, weren't you?
I was keeping tabs on the
Tim Kono investigation.
You killed her.
You murdered her with a violent hand.
You murdered a sweet old lady
She was my friend!
She was my only friend,
and you took her!
And why?!
For a podcast?!
Oh, Jesus, he's wonderful.
I love my coat of many colors ♪
I just love my coat of many colors ♪
Howard, no.
There is literally no motive here.
Why would I have done any of this?
Why are you moving in slow-motion?
Who's going
Who us?
Stop it! Stop it! I-I'm leaving!
Alright, stop!
Oh God, what is that?
So, you sign a big, juicy
$30 million podcast deal.
Problem is,
you don't have a juicy story to podcast.
So, you go looking
to invent one about a lonely
old woman who gets murdered
in a big fancy
- apartment building.
- No No
not that great.
Unless, the three people
who did the murdering
are three A-list celebrities!
Oh. Sorry.
I thought you were being funny.
Are we getting under
your skin, Ms. Canning?
Admit you did it.
- Admit it!
- Admit it! Admit it!
Forget it! And I'm
not confessing anything
because because
Because why?!
Because she didn't do it.
Mabel, we're so close.
What are you doing?
I'm solving a murder.
She did it.
Excuse me, what?
This is the work of an artist
who just came into the picture recently.
Your gallery needed new energy.
Wasn't that what you said?
Turns out, you were making art
from my tragedy.
So why not frame me and
up the value of your art?
- Is this all part of the plan?
- I'm really not sure anymore.
I am outraged. And frankly, haven't
we been down this road before?
Sorry. Who is this person?
And can we get her to dial
the accent down a little bit?
I mean, if I can't understand a word,
how's Middle America gonna get it?
You're a real charmer, Alice.
And a hell of a kisser.
But you're also a liar.
And a killer.
Bravo, Mabel. Bravo indeed.
Here, all this time, I was
thinking you were just a bore
with the drawing skills of a toddler.
It was you at the Pickle Diner,
begging Bunny for her
Rose Cooper painting.
But she wanted 14 million for it.
"14 for Savage."
That was a little out of
your price range, wasn't it?
You talentless, smug bitch.
Holy shit, she did it. She got her.
Oh! Oh!
- Oh!
- Charles! Charles!
- Get off me!
- Hold her down!
Yes, 911? There's been a stabbing!
Yes, at the Arconia! Yes, he's bleeding!
- Charles? Charles!
- Charles! Oh my Oh jeez
You're okay, buddy. You're okay.
Jesus Christ.
Please tell me you got all that.
Unhand me!
It's okay, Mrs. Gambolini.
Don't be scared. Don't be scared.
This bird has seen too much, Jonathan.
Police and ambulance
are three minutes out.
I'm so sorry, Mabel.
For all of it.
You poor kid.
But what you just did
I mean
Shit, you were incredible.
You are one hell of an investigator.
I could use someone
like you on my staff.
I mean, hell, I
I think you could have your own podcast.
Oh, don't even. Don't you even
This was pure luck!
Th-there is absolutely nothing
that ties this Australian
girl to Bunny's murder.
I'm English, you twat.
- Bless you.
- Thank you.
Why does Mabel get a podcast?
Because she's pretty?
Because she boldly dated
the supposed killer?
I do everything for you.
I get your lunch, and I
respond to all your mail,
and I pick up your dry cleaning,
and I drop off your dry cleaning,
and I pick up your dry cleaning, and
I drop off your dry cleaning, and
Why don't you just wear
something that you can wash?!
And I told you about
the Rose Cooper art,
and you made a flying fart joke.
I told you all
- Achoo!
- Okay, Poppy,
you know my rule. Two
sneezes in my presence means
you need to self-quarantine for a week.
Why'd you tell Cinda about Rose Cooper?
It was an idea for a podcast.
Cinda was not interested
But you were,
and in that painting that Bunny owned.
Do you have some kind of allergy?
To Mrs. Gambolini perhaps?
It's so strange.
The killer sneezed when
fleeing the crime scene.
It's not a crime to be
allergic to rancid bird molting.
And what? You're gonna
believe some some young girl
that's hiding in your walls?
Only the killer could have known there
was a girl hiding in
the walls that night.
And her name is Lucy.
And yours
is Becky.
Who told you that?
We did.
I wasn't stabbed.
It's all theater.
We've been onto you
since this afternoon!
We all have.
- I don't understand what's happening!
- It's over, kiddo.
I know the game you
played with me in Oklahoma,
and they know the game
you played with them
in this overpriced building.
And I only real fainted once.
The other times were acting.
I just wanted to make a good podcast.
I just wanted Cinda to notice me.
But things went wrong
right from the start.
Right from that night that I texted you
to get out of the building, and
you came back to your apartment.
How'd you figure it out?
It's Detective Williams. Hang on.
- Hey.
- Hey.
So I got DNA off the
murder weapon. Saliva.
But get this.
It belongs to a dead girl
from way the hell out of state.
Let me guess.
How the hell did you know that?
I think I know what "14 Savage" means.
14 sandwich? Liverwurst
and marmalade to go.
That's me.
The thing is,
before I became one of the most
talked about people in the country
I had a pretty ordinary life.
Ordinary, that is, if you assume
most ordinary people
are pretty miserable.
Which I assume is a
pretty safe assumption.
Once Becky Butler found the way
to use her own story to get a job
with her hero, Cinda Canning
Uh, what exactly do you want?
I would like a job, Ms. Canning.
She thought she'd be home free.
She even found someone
that was willing to help her.
Though, at first, like so
many things that go bad,
it was just about love.
So she went the extra mile
and plotted a bigger New York story.
Yes, you can. She's old. And mean.
You deserve this. We both do.
You get to be famous, I get a promotion,
and we get to move out of
this sweaty shit-box. Yes.
- You got this.
- I deserve it. I deserve it.
Ooh! Did I tell you about the
secret passageways I found?
What? Fuck, I fuckin' love you.
And with that, another mystery solved.
So one last time,
for Only Murders in the Building
And for Only Murderers
in the Building
I'm Oliver Putnam.
I'm Mabel Mora.
And I'm Charles-Haden Savage.
And Cinda Canning.
Thanks again to our sponsor
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all the flavor of Gut Milk
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- Two murders back-to-back.
- Yep.
Now we can start talking
to each other like people
- and not just about murders.
- Right.
Ah. Thank you.
- Okay, where's the wheelchair?
- Didn't you read the stage directions?
- No, I have one line.
- Charles,
your test scores are off the charts!
The network wants you out of
the wheelchair immediately,
and your dementia is in remish.
Hallelujah! It's a miracle cure!
Nice. You got de-dementia'd.
- Thanks, Luce.
- Last looks!
Well, welcome back
- to the world of the upright.
- Thanks, Joy.
Looking good, Charlie.
- Hey, Joy.
- Yeah?
Are you asking me out on a date?
For when?
Are you suggesting tonight?
Oh, Charlie.
Finally, you got it out.
Jesus. God.
You're doing it.
You're actually renovating.
Well, it is about time.
And does this become
integrated into a new design?
And do I?
Uh, no. But,
you could grab a roller
and help, please.
- Hey!
- Hey, girl.
Look at you.
Fresh from his triumph in the land
of witches and munchkins.
Uh, triumph, I don't know
about that, but we survived.
- Yeah.
- Now, um, where is
W-what are you calling her now?
Oh, Mama G! Yes, yes,
yes. She's, uh, right here.
She's just looking a
little piqued to me.
Alright. Let's take a look.
- Winnie noticed it first.
- So you decided to keep her, huh?
Well, I just Winnie's
grown awfully attached, so
Willie, th-there's something
I-I need to tell you.
S-something I
haven't been honest about. Uh
If you're not my father, then
I don't know what a father is.
You hear me?
- How did you know?
- Come on.
I know all your tells.
I love you so much.
You gonna get that?
No, no, no, not now.
Who are we kidding?
J-just take the call.
Well, I guess You know,
just to get it out of
the way. You never know.
Oh, it's Donna. Producer friend of mine.
Hey, Donna.
To what do I owe this
No, I know. I actually do owe
you a lot of money, but is that
Is that why you're calling?
Oh, really?
What, did the director
fall out or something?
It opens in a year. Well, yes.
I-I think I-I would be perfect for that.
And who's the star?
- Ben?
Everyone gets opening night jitters!
I can talk you through it!
I'm good.
Hey, look, I'm good, okay?
I'm gonna rock this place.
It's the other guy you
need to talk to. Fuckbag.
No, no. So, okay, so I
did talk to him, and
Uh-huh. Did he apologize?
Well, you know, a lot
has gone on, but
Look, this is what I suggest.
Use it, okay?
Let the tension seep in between
you two tonight as a color.
Okay, so, like, then I can kill him?
Because I just might,
Oliver. I'm warning you.
No, see, now, that is
an interesting color.
Places! Break a leg, Ben.
That's a pretty good option, too.
Oh. Well, anyway. Okay, so I just
Fun out there
Good luck tonight.
Huh. Thanks.
"Good luck" is a curse in the theater.
I know that.
What, y-you don't think I know that?
I just didn't mention it
to be polite to you, you piece of shit.
Hey. Hey.
We got two and a half hours
to get through.
If I can do it, you can, too.
I'm the pro here. Alright, you
don't have to worry about me.
Be smart.
Stay away from her.
- What are you gonna do?
- Ben
I know what you did.
- Hey, girl.
- Oh.
- I can't believe this.
- Right? What a year, huh?
Yeah. Well,
any year without a murder
is a good one in my book.
Okay. Fasten your seat belts.
Hey, honey.
- So proud of you.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you
What turned me into a
creature of the night.
Let me tell you.
A cre
Let me t Ooh
Help me
Somebody! Anybody!
He's not moving!
You've gotta be fucking kidding me.
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